Wapun Meadow to hear the sounds of people x2

It seemed whatever drugs this girl did had him relieving his own tension. Though his conciousness forced him to remain alert, body and muscles let themselves ride on the light high. He wasn't as pent up, and he blamed it on her. Yet was it a bad thing to take a break from eternally being prepared to kill someone? Or to defend yourself?

'What harm could she do?' he asked himself as her bicolored irises moved over him. "I wouldn't say 'cool'?" he curiously corrected. "More on the fringes of 'I'll have no problem murdering you if you offend,' kinda folks." That was such a generalized standard; but then again, he followed the same protocol. So what made him any better?
Well,...he survived...and he was here, now. They weren't. Was it his youth? 
Or was it his capability to stay away from everyone?

The woman sashayed a bit closer to him, which would typically prompt him moving a step back, but instead, he sat. It showed he was comfortable, his intent growing more to stay a while than to disappear.
Meanwhile his mind warned him 'This isn't the plan, man.' 

"They were the pack I was in. Or packs, rather. They kinda disappeared when I left to-" His tongue stopped itself in the nick of time. He wasn't about to spill his whole life story out to this girl. "to go do some things."